drawing symbols of my power on my skin: ~11th~

The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

~11th~

i took myself up to the old church today, taking with me the poppy i have been wearing~ the one that has been placed with Johneys picture~and i left it with the very few others that had been placed at the commonwealth war graves

2 comments:

al hayball said...: very sad that so many perished.
on my blog you see my grandad getting married. he was wounded by a spent bullet in the battle of the Somme.
It went in his leg. Weird to think if it had have been fatal, I wouldn't be here writing this now.
http://ahayball.blogspot.com/; 11 November 2008 at 17:27
enchantedartist said...: Oh, I've missed visiting here! I have been so caught up with school...

We too, are remembering here in Canada today...; 11 November 2008 at 18:43